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Fungoid Fantasist

Freaked Out Fungoid Fantasist
Of the Fungoid people, only very few ever leave their little claves out in the Murican Southwest. Those that do often don colorful clothes and the buttons of their elders and set off towards the horizon. These Fantasists (as they are called) tap into a powerful source of magic: mind-altering drugs. You are a shambling, shaggy man (or woman) of fungal heritage with brilliant patchwork clothing and a penchant to ramble incoherently. Oh yeah, and you can do magic by eating, smoking, snorting, or otherwise injecting shit into yourself. You tell everyone else that it’s because of, like, Astral Spirits, man, but no one really knows what the fuck is going on.

Racial Hinderances
Big Mouth (via constant mumbling of all things, including secrets)
Habit (minor) like, you know, mumbling and stumbling and grumbling all the time, mannn
Hard of Hearing (minor) not because, like, you don’t hear well but because sometimes the mundane world is just so, really, you know, hard to pay attention to
Dryed Out (major) this is the Elderly hinderance, but it only comes into play in dry, arid areas where you don’t have like, enough water, man